Nothing Will Ever Be Funnier To Me Than Diana Wynne Jones' Response To Everyone's Obsession With Howl

A noble or bussines person in 1800s yan and the reader is their assistant or personal butler/maid. Where the yan is hiding their feelings but show it in controling way like order the reader to do the most simple stuff even if it was not their jo just to see them? Or steal few touch like head pat or on shoulder or simply their fingers touch😔

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 x [servant] reader (gender not implied/mentioned/specified) Tw. love sick fool, soft yandere, mention of lace but every gender can wear it (?)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who pushes to the edge of your limits. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 overworks you to the point where you often catch yourself fainting in the middle of performing tasks. Your position, pay and living conditions might be better than those of the other servants but the list of your tasks was long and more often than not ridiculous. Those little, useless things that took most of your time and energy. But who are you to oppose to someone who had mercifully hired you and give you a roof over your head? No one.

"I have some new tasks I want you to complete." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 regards you coldly and hands you a paper with a list of other (ridiculous) tasks to do.

Who more than once caught you sleeping in the middle of doing your work. But that's alright. He just takes this chance to come closer and hold your hand, caress your head or cheek. Unfortunately, he has to wake you up at some point but he always uses most of this short period of time to have some type of concat with you.

"Oh dearest, if only you knew how I long for you." He whispers into your ear while you were in a deep sleep.

Who never fails to admire (stare) at you while you work. Most of the tasks given to you are either related or include him. Either way, you spent most of your time with him. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 made sure of that and he didn't regret it one bit because he has got to be with you. Oh how he loved it when you are near him. You bring him peace he needs in his stressful and rushing life. You are just so...endearing. To this day he can't decide if he wants to flaunt you around or lock you in one of the chambers where only he would be able to look at you.

"You would look lovely in silk...perhaps some lace?" 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thought to himself, fantasizing about you in different clothes before an image of you without them abruptly appeared in his head.

Who melts when you touch him. Especially when you dress him up and take care of his visage. The cold and calculating man becomes putty in your hands. You are surprised to see him sighing softly, closing his eyes and humming when you button up his shirt or brush his hair. From what you heard from other servants, even from outside your household, no other master seemed to be acting like that. But once again, who are you to pry and complain? And when your fingers happen to touch? A pleasurable shiver runs down his spine.

"You are my lifeline and your touch is like water. I need both of them to live."

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“what are you doing?”

your heart just about bursts from your chest as you spot suna through the bathroom mirror. he’s standing there with a few tufts of hair that appear to have developed minds of their own, and you can see subtle red creases on one side of his face.

“jesus, we need to get you a bell,” you mumble—to yourself more than anything. your eyes gloss over his reflection before focusing back on your own, and you resume your nightly routine without a second thought.

“why are you getting ready for bed without me?” he questions, leaning his head against the doorframe as he gives you the blankest of stares.

“rin, you were sleeping. i know better than to wake the beast from his slumber,” you laugh.

“tch, i’m not that bad, am i?” he feigns a frown, pushing himself off the frame and shuffling over to you. the warmth of his bare chest engulfs you as he snakes his arms around your torso, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “besides, i was resting my eyes, not sleeping.”

you feel him smirk against your skin—both of you knowing damn well those are his famous last words.

“does it really mean that much to you?” you ask, emphasizing the sarcasm in your voice to hide the fact that you actually want a genuine answer.

you don’t get one—at least not at first. instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, just enough to allow him to spin you around to face him. he pulls upwards, a silent invitation for you to sit on the countertop.

“be an angel and sit still,” he says, more than aware of the effect that little nickname has on you. his fingers delve into the cream that now sits in your lap—bringing a small amount to your face.

he stares for a moment, love and admiration swirling around in his pupils as he embodies the definition of heart eyes. he wipes his fingers onto each of your cheeks, using a hand on either side to rub the moisturizer in for you.

“yes,” he blurts out.

“yes what?” you tilt your head at him. he exhales, tilting your head back to its original position so he can finish working in the product.

“it does mean that much to me,” he responds, delicately running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. he battles the grin forming on his face, but the one that you’re wearing right now is so perfect—it’s not even worth the fight. he finds himself leaning down, possessed by his love for you, chasing that euphoric feeling of your lips against his.

he kisses you—so hungrily that your back presses against the mirror and you have to place a hand behind you for support. he pulls away with a pant, giving a few more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. there’s that look again—love, admiration, and—mischief?

before you can so much as blink, he’s dipping his entire hand into your beloved moisturizer, taking out a huge clump, and smearing it onto your face with a devious smile.

“wake me up next time, okay?”

nicknames <3!!

Boys who call you love as his fingers thrust into your abused cunt. His fingers rubbing onto your clit as you let out sinful moans that are music to his ears. “Yea? you like that, love? ya love the feeling of my cock sinking into your needy lil’ cunny?” “fuck, squeezing me so tight love, gonna make me cum.” His mouth is so filthy. Such an innocent nickname that gets you so wet just by the way he uses it.

Haikyuu: tsukishima, osamu, suna, mattsun, bokuto, iwaizumi!!

attack on titan: reiner, jean, bertholdt, zeke !!

tokyo rev: mitsuya, izana, ran, smiley, kokonoi !!

naruto: naruto, kakashi, kabuto, pain, gaara, rock lee !!

Boys who call you angel/angelface because you are indeed their angel. So sweet and loving. Them coming home watching you bend down in your cute little apron as you put dinner in the oven. He can’t help but come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, humping your ass and kissing down your neck. “mfph, angel, need you so bad. fuckin’ miss you and your sweet tasty cunt.” “angelface fuck- just like that. yea, mhm.” “ngh- angel, ya doin’ so well gon’ make me cum.” He’s so obsessed with the nickname and he loves to tease you with it <33

haikyuu: oikawa, atsumu, sakusa, terushima, tendou, kuroo !!

haikyuu: oikawa, atsumu, sakusa, terushima, tendou, kuroo!!

attack on titan: eren, reiner, connie, armin, erwin !!

tokyo rev: hanma, mikey, draken, angry, sanzu, kazutora !!

naruto: sasuke, itachi, hidan, obito, shikamaru !!

eren n his personal water park .

word count: 370 [1 min 30 sec read] ✪ content warning: smut, p in v sex, squirting, doggy style, this is my second post do i warn about everything?, unapologetic use of “mama”

✭ husband!eren x wife!reader

eren making his pretty little 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 squirt for the first time.

he has you on the bed doggy style. his pace is a little slow at first until he snaps his hips particularly deep and sends a shock from the bottom of your spine, so deep in your core that it pushes out every other thought in your head beside his cock.

his words definitely showed through his actions, the delicious aching of his shaft sent curls down your toes and an arch to your back. if a further arch was even possible.

“‘ren- hold up.. ‘m gonna-“

“cum? cmon baby cum for me. be a good girl, cum for me.”

“slow down- i don- don’ wanna cum y..”

eren couldn’t give less of a fuck, keeping his pace and digging his hands into your waist.

his waist starts to move in more of a round motion, and the mushroom head of his cock hits your favorite spots so so good. you let out a moan like never before.

“oh that felt- ah- that felt good huh baby?” he says between a guttural moan of his own.

“eren. eren right there, right there please don’t sto-“ your words dissolve and you seem to loose your strength, falling face first into the pillow underneath you. you go from breathless to squealing at how deep you feel him, so deep he has fluid gushing over his dick.

“uh-uh, you know there’s no muffling in here.” he reprimands, moving his arm from your waist and dragging you up to him, back to chest. with his fist wrapped around your neck. he knows your neck is practically a g-spot for you, and he knows what he’s doing by kissing down it the way he is.

you’re squirting more intensely than before and between that and the sensation of your ass slapping against him with every thrust, it sends him into his own orgasm. only for you to cover his lower abdomen with a mixture of that same cum and your own.

you’re catching your breaths.

“did you just squirt on me, mama?”

“i- i think so..”

“you wanna do it again?” you can hear the smirk in his voice very well.

biker ari and his gal

"Fuck no." Ari glares down at you, his brow furrowing. Silence permeates the air, people around you slowly backing away as if he were a uncaged bear about to snap.

Perhaps he is.

Your eyes drag up the wide expanse of his chest, past his throat to plush lips thinned into a grimace. God you hope he does snap. Because when he does-. Ari notices the shiver before it finishes its path down your spine.

"I said no," he grounds out through gritted teeth.

You place your hands on his shirt, pressing down until you feel his pecs, warm and firm under your palms. Your gaze lock on to his blue eyes and your lips part, exhaling the one word you know he can't resist.

"Please."

"Damn it." Ari inhales. Eyes fluttering shut. Veins protuding from his thick neck. Large hands grab your waist in a decadent bruising grip. "I...fuck it. I'll do it." He concedes, pulling you into his warm embrace.

You beam, starting to thank him but your breath stutters in your chest when he sweeps the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

He bends his massive frame down to your level, his lips brushing over your ear.

"But that's all you're getting from me, Sunshine. Tonight you can beg and plead all you want but you're not coming until I say you can." He hums thoughtfully, his large hand caressing your ass. "Hope it's worth it."

It is.

— attack on titan masterlist.

｡｡ ʚ Little things about what a relationship with aot characters would be like

｡｡ ʚ Mornings with aot characters

｡｡ ʚ Things they do when they have a crush

｡｡ ʚ Attractive things aot characters do

｡｡ ʚ Domestic moments with AOT Characters

｡｡ ʚ Kisses with AOT Characters

｡｡ ʚ Moments that made AOT Characters stare at their s/o and go “damn, they’re so pretty”

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thinking about megumi fushiguro who refuses to let go of your hand whilst he fucks you. it doesn't matter what position that the two of you are in, be it you on top as you ride him or him towering over you as your legs rest on his shoulders; his own hand will always seek out your own.

because despite his brooding demeanor, he's a softie at heart. it just takes a pretty thing like you to coax that side out of him. he never wants to let you go of you, nor to give you the room to escape his grasp. the way that your own hand gripped his own acted as a reminder of all things pure.

he interlocks your fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your hand for reassurance — he'll do it even more if the sex is rough and energetic. megumi adores it when you squeeze his hand back in response. in his eyes, it's a way of wordlessly saying that you love him and it helps ground him, especially when you're both mutually overstimulated.

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everything is going to work out even if it seems so scary and unknown right now. every little thing is going to be ok and you will end up where you are meant to be.